I frowned and thought some more. "Does this mean they go to heaven, too?" Yes, Son, as much as anybody else." Pa laughed and said, "Either all people ...ill get a shot at goin' to heaven, or none of us will."Suddenly it hit me, "I shouldn't say 'Nigger' any more, should I?" No you shouldn't. Where did you pick up using such a horrible word, anyway?" Ma looked at me curiously and waited."From my teacher at school, Mister Clark." Well, there's your second lesson for the day," Pa said. I looked at. Then, to my shock, Renee rolled over. There was a boldness to it, her unknotted top spilling from her breasts. Her breasts quivering. Her nipples thrust up hard and pink from the center of the pale patches on her tanned tits. Despite the aggression of the action, her face looking pale. Scared. Her arms started to cover herself up.She wanted to be that seductive minx, but I could see the virgin vulnerability. The fear that she had gone too far. That she was about to embarrass herself, but that. Stacy hears the sound of fabric rustling, and realizes he's pulled out his cock as it momentarily brushes against her left leg, leaving a small trail of precum. Her cries become more frantic under his hand, rising in volume...that is, until his left hand snaps sharply against her skirt-covered buttocks, startling Stacy into silence and producing unexpected tears, which begin to run down her face. He reaches under Stacy's skirt, roughly pulling her white silk panties down to a point just about. She hadn't written much yet so I didn't have much to learn about her past. But what I was learning was as disturbing as revisiting my own past had been to me lately. In fact, as the other people on Heinlein Station shared pieces of their stories with me, I was finding that I was not nearly as alone in my pain as I'd imagined. James had suggested that we all write our various life stories so that we could all remember where we came from and also to help us differentiate between one day and the.